Locked Up.

Sol's POV

"Tell Roy I want to speak to him right now," I demanded.

"I'm sorry, Miss Sol, but he's busy," the guard replied, his tone dismissive.

I was losing my patience quickly. I needed to speak with Roy.

"Listen, just tell him it's urgent. I'm fucking begging you."

"I'm sorry," he half-assed apologized with a cocky grin, causing me to clench my fist angrily.

I went back to the living room and sat down on the couch. I had been trying for over an hour to speak with Roy, but he kept claiming to be busy. I needed to talk to him, to know where I stood.

I heard a phone ringing and quickly stood up to check. It was the silly bastard guard who had refused to let me in, and he was smiling sheepishly as he spoke on the phone. Maybe I could use this opportunity to sneak into Roy's study.